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On Limp Bizkit's Newest, Durst Vents Aplenty

October 20, 2000|MARC WEINGARTEN


"Chocolate Starfish and

the Hot Dog Flavored Water"


What is Fred Durst so darn angry about?

Limp Bizkit's raconteur of rage has had a pretty remunerative couple of years, and the band's new album is expected to sell more than a million copies in its first week in stores. But ever since Limp Bizkit embarked on a free tour sponsored by Napster last summer, Durst has become rock's poster boy for anti-establishment rebellion, and what's a rebel without a cause?

Durst apparently has a long enemies list, and "Chocolate Starfish" is a kind of rap-rock jihad against all those who would dare to speak his name in vain. Like the band's two previous albums, "Three Dollar Bill, Y'all" and "Significant Other," "Chocolate Starfish" is a roiling rap-metal maelstrom that aims straight for the solar plexus. Wes Borland's guitars bludgeon the band's elemental melodies with ham-fisted brawn, and Durst's raps are nastier and more vituperative than they've ever been.

The man's got a major beef with Limp Bizkit's critics, and he expends a lot of "Chocolate Starfish's" running time venting about them. Such tracks as "My Generation" and "Full Nelson" ("Why is everybody always picking on me?" Durst bellows) seethe with vein-popping ire, while "My Way" and "Livin' It Up" are Durst's no-excuses manifestoes for a life lived large and in charge. Durst's tantrums are supposed to provide bracing shock treatment, but in the end they're just numbingly shrill.

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